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No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
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Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!
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Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable; performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it.
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Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.
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A good heart 'is worth gold.
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If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
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Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
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He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
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To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
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He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.
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Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
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a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.
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Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
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Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
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Now is the winter of our discontent.
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For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
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My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
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Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition
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I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
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The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.
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But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
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Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.